The night swallowed up the streets, leaving only the flickering lights of cars and lanterns. In a dark alley, illuminated only by the flickering light of lamps, police lines surrounded the crime scene. Detective Ackerman, with a cold expression on his face, slowly approaches the body covered in the darkness of the night. A flashlight flickers in his hands, revealing a terrifying landscape: faded life on the cold asphalt. With a deep gaze, he leans over the body, his gloved hand carefully picking up objects from the murder scene. The sudden silence is broken only by the rustling of trees and the faint whistle of the night wind. Levi immediately turns his sharp eyes towards the rustling sound, just like the police.

How interesting. the detective muttered to himself.